Today is Friday and time for a fractured fairy tale poem. i can relate to the story of the princess and the Pea. There are those of us who can’t stand that bothersome little thread within our sock that creates constant annoyance. Maybe you have a tag in your shirt that tickles the hairs on your neck. Whatever the disturbance, the story of this delicate princess must prove herself to be actual royalty by being unable to sleep with a pea placed under her mattress. I don’t know who came up with these silly fairy tales, but I imagine it was a parent that needed some sleep. I’ve changed the story into a poem. Enjoy1
She knocked upon the massive door and waited for assistance,
A servant came and bade her in, admiring her persistence,
The prince was there to greet her, but never would he guess,
This poor drowned rat would marry him, she really was a mess.
Believing she might be a prize, the wife he longed to wed,
He set his servants to her aid and set her off to bed,
The queen, his mother, told her son, she had a simple test,
Which soon would help discover if she was a true princess.
A single pea would lie upon the bed made for her slumber,
The servants added featherbeds and pillows without number,
More mattresses were added too and even patchwork quilts,
The bed grew so much higher that to reach the top took stilts.
For days on end she stayed the course, her strength was running low,
She longed for just a single wink, a little nap would do,
When suddenly there came a shock which crushed the pesty pea,
Whatever made that pea explode would finally set her free.